I don’t consider mixing seafood and cheese to be a sin. I’ve even personally suffered the roll the eyes wrath of snotty servers when I’ve asked for parmesan on my pasta alla vongole or on my risotto con camarones. But even I have limits and where those limits get...
Oh, I do like to be beside the seaside. Oh, I do like to be beside the sea. And when I want to be beside the seaside Mario’s the place I want to be. I was in Puerto Vallarta when I first learned the Spanish word huachinango. I couldn’t stop saying it. Almost singing...
It had been years since I’d been to Kuni Doni. I can’t give you a good reason why. Other than the so many restaurants, so little time excuse. I always liked the place but I also thought it lacked a focus. There wasn’t anything on the menu that I absolutely, definitely...
I was forty when I had my first stone crab. Miami Beach had become cool again. Art deco hotels were being brought back to their original glory. Gianni Versace had bought a house on Ocean Drive. Slinky, thong-clad amazons were parading up and down the sand. And, at the...
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